Working in a hospital, I have a mandatory flu shot I have to take every year, so that infection can be at least mildly controlled. I got mine this morning. Some people have a needle phobia, and hate shots. Then there’s me, who lacks the mental capability of fear, and pain is a phantom of mind, so my main goal in getting shots is to freak out the nurse in some fashion. This time she took care of that part for me.

-Nurse gives the shot in the muscle, and turns around to grab the cotton ball and bandaid, turns back-
“Well… that’s not supposed to happen.
-Blood is flowing down to my elbow-
“Do you have hemophilia?”
“Not in the least. I think that’s arterial. Watch…”
-I flex my arm to create shallow spurts from the hole-
“Yep. Definately arterial.”

My blood clots very quickly, and it would have stopped bleeding in seconds, but the nurses were freaked, so I wound up sitting in a chair with a tourniquet on my arm eating a twix, and freaking out anyone who showed up with an aversion to shots. “Hey! Squinting won’t help! Hope They don’t STRIKE AN ARTERY!! haha!”

As a recovering Catholic, my feelings regarding the Vatican are well known to those who know me best. As for those who don’t, let’s just say they’re rather negative. I’ll avoid starting myself off on a rant, because I don’t even think NASA has that much bandwidth.

But I digress. I’m here to talk about nuns. Some nuns are incredibly sweet ladies who dedicate their lives to charity and prayer. Despite what you might think about me, I have no problem with these nuns. I actually revere them for their sacrifice and faith. But then there’s the other kind of nun, who are angry, sexually frustrated penguins who have a severe problem with anyone who isn’t as unhappy as they are. Think I’m being a bitter prick? It’s a fair bet. But considering the fact that when my mother was a little girl in catholic school, she had a nun grab her hair and slam her head into her desk, I’d say my disdain is at least somewhat justified.

I’m still on the fence on this one. I support rebelling against the Vatican wholeheartedly, but I’m against any form of religious zealotry. Is zealotry a word? I don’t really care. The fact that the police went in with full riot gear to arrest nuns is a point in their favor, but the story gives every hint of a cult. This particular one seems to be led by a patriarchical friar who first recruited the mother superior of this particular convent, with all the nuns following in step. This has happened before, and it will more than likely happen again. When you take a relatively small organization devoted entirely to religion, then sequester it behind walls and gates, you’re asking for trouble. Maybe I’m just speaking out of spite, but the important thing is that I finally have an excuse to post this picture:

When you have a blog like this one, you have certain responsibilities. Okay, not really, you’re just supposed to do something to comment on certain things you come across online that are particularly weird. Or things that blow up. Or just to casually mention certain crimes against nature you have committed. Point is, you need to be able to form some kind of commentary over just about anything. And so far, I’ve usually come up with something to say on just about anything. Then Widge sends me this picture-

I’m all for mixing more than one food item into one. I make something I call the Ark Burger that’s made from several different kinds of ground animals. Then there’s the addition of bacon to pretty much anything you put on the grill. But this is just bizzare.